Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 534

The old lady's face lit up with excitement when Nathan's name was mentioned, her features wrinkling with emotion. Her mouth moved like a rusty hinge, "Young Master Nathan was raised by me. How could I possibly not recognize him?"

Nathalie recalled the first time she laid eyes on Nathan, frail and bony, his body marked by cruel whiplashes. She pondered: even if this old lady wasn't fibbing and she did indeed raise Nathan, what difference did it make? She’d never shown him kindness. Her appearance of warmth and love was just a mask; underneath, she was cold and ruthless.

Yet, as Nathalie glanced at the old woman, who seemed so timid and hunched over, she struggled to connect her to the image of a heartless woman.

"You claim you raised him? Then you must know his body well. Tell me, does he have a birthmark, and if so, where?"

Without missing a beat, the old lady replied, "On his back, left side."

Nathalie was taken aback.

Benjamin chimed in, "Nathalie, surely you believe us now?"

Nathalie shot him a skeptical look. "A birthmark could easily be something you tipped her off about. Let's try something different, ma’am. What’s Nathan's favorite dish? What color clothes does he prefer?"

The old lady chuckled softly. "Sweetheart, my memory isn’t as sharp as it once was. But I did bring an album along, capturing the day-to-day life of Young Master Nathan with us. Take a look."

She offered the album to Nathalie.

With her hands bound, Nathalie couldn’t flip through it, so the old woman did it for her.

Those haunting scars were clear evidence of abuse.

Benjamin was growing impatient, "Nathalie, why won't you believe us?"

Nathalie snapped back, "How can I trust you when every time I found Nathan, he was covered in injuries, whether from traffickers or hitmen? And now you say you treated him well, never harmed him? How can I believe that?"

Benjamin raised his hand solemnly, "I admit, my mom and I might not have been fond of him. But at most, we were vying for the family inheritance, trying to keep him out of Grandpa's favor. But he’s not just a Rowland heir; he's a McCoy heir too. What nerve would my mom and I have to plot against his life?"

"The McCoy family?" At the mention of the McCoy family, Nathalie thought of the gentle old Mr. and Mrs. McCoy. Both had kind, soft features, and Grandpa Theo was famously under his wife's thumb. Such an elderly couple, with their daughter having passed away early, had long since mellowed.